There is an old classic series of british comedy films from the 50's and 60's era called... st trinian's.
Oh come on, you guessed right?
Pinafore dress and straw boater hat? Of course you did.
My outfit for the night was a st trinian's naughty school girl uniform.
I'd heard those two talking about a remake of the old films on one of our saturday walks with the group.
It was while they were still a bit guarded talking about such intimate tastes.
But i heard them alright, and they really enjoyed the remake.
However, they preferred the original film series.
To be honest I'd mostly forgotten about overhearing them talking about it, but then it all came back to me when i saw that dress in the charity shop.
I suppose it's perhaps the most controversial naughty outfit....a schoolgirl uniform.
Yes i know, you guys...what are you like?
Enough said i think.
Anyway, i didn't have a problem with dressing up like that, if it pleased the boys.
This particular uniform, which I'd lovingly put together myself, comprised....
Dark blue pinafore dress, white short sleeve button up shirt, black bra and black seemed stockings.
The dress was quite short so i knew as soon as i sat down or bent over my stocking tops would be revealed.
The hat of course, and last but certainly not least my old high school tie, which I'd kept all these years.
I had opted for no knickers. After all, i am a very naughty schoolgirl.
The first thing i did was my hair, taking it out the bobble, brushing it and quickly plaiting either side into pigtails, tying off with little black bobbles that looked like ribbons.
Next i stripped off, noting the obvious damp stain on the gusset of my knickers as i did so, oh god that was hot.....doing that for dave... in front of john.
A shudder of excitement goes through me, as I recall.
Next i sort out my lower half, sitting down on the bed to pull the hold ups on, standing up to pull them right up.
I don't normally like hold ups but had managed to find some that did stay up quite well.
Then the bra, shirt and on top of everything, the dress.
Glancing at myself in the mirror....oh my...do i like different.
I had purposely chosen drab clothes to greet dave with, wanting the stark contrast but....what a transformation!
I hadn't finished yet but good grief, i hardly recognised myself.
I had practiced the tie tying all week but fumbled it, in the heat of the moment....take it easy pip...left hand steady right hand busy...that's it.
Finally the hat.
All done.
Checking my look in the mirror before taking a deep breath and going downstairs....to my awaiting audience.
I feel so vulnerable, so slutty.
I hear them while descending the stairs, voices, but can't make out what they're saying.
Upon nearing the bottom step the voices go silent, they've heard me approaching.
My heart rate moves up a notch as i reach the living room door and watch as my hand pushes it open...
I've heard the expression 'lamb to the slaughter' used before, but never actually realised the true meaning of this until i wandered into my own living room....and the awaiting eyes of two very hungry wolves.
Cheesy, i know.
But that's how i felt.
So.... deliciously.... vulnerable.
'There's no going back now sweetheart', that little mocking voice at the back of my mind sniggers sarcastically.
Even before i set eyes upon theirs i can feel butterflies in my belly and a warm tickly heat spreading outwards from my groin....the sensation is exquisite.
I....am on show. I....am....the show.
Strolling into the center of the room right in front of the sofa, turning with my hands on hips.... trying to stay focused on that all important look...trying to stay calm as i stare seductively, first at my boyfriend, then my hubby.
"Well...what do you think?....do you like it?", good....my voice sounds calm....even if i....am not.
I have both mens full and undivided attention......hungry eyes devouring me.
There is silence for a brief moment as the pair study me, like an object.
That is how i feel, how their looks make me feel, i am an object.....I'm there's....to do with as they please.
Dave is the first to speak, his grin broadening just before saying, "Oh yeah...."
He looks me slowly up and down before continuing, "....that is....perfect."
I coyly thank him, feeling my cheeks flush with heat....I'm blushing again....even after what I've recently done.
I can't help it, here i am willingly parading myself for two men to lust over.
The way both are looking at me instills a great sense of both excitement and sweet vulnerability.
Turning my attention to John, i see the familiar hungry lustful gaze but mixed in with that, a good measure of pride.
He copies Dave's broad grin then says, "Perfect...is the word."
I know what i want to do next and don't hesitate, the boys are unaware that I'm not wearing knickers....so...
Going over to the sofa chair opposite i slowly take a seat facing them, the dress riding up to reveal my stocking tops, and then, i slump right back in the chair and bring my right leg up over my left, crossing them slowly.
Watching their expressions carefully in the process.
Focusing mainly on Dave, i see his gaze aimed squarely up my dress, staring at the provocative site briefly on show as my leg moves up and over.